Wednesday, 7 November 2012

And with the faintest of a twitch, the wise old witch spoke but one final verse..

''Our dearest earth; do with it what you will, but in all that you claim, and all that you carry, you should know but only this...''

But before she could finish her brave spoken words, her last riddle of breath became fled and dampened by the young girl's sudden absence, and all that she left behind her, in the grave sullen sink, were three tiny petals, of lily, rose and pink.

For now she hides under a blanket of rust
hiding her tears in her fingers.
She crouches low and hides her desire.
She longs to travel and to share her fire.
Flames of a broken heart beat gently.He savaged her icy breath.
The waves of a pearl ride gently,
rowing their way towards death.